Radiate Timeless Love
© Surazeus
2026 11 02

Shoes worn by walk across the broken land,
I stand before cracked mirror of my mind
to reclaim lost time of unwinding hope
as I keep moving toward the somewhere else
on mission to become authentic self
inherent in my genes before I die.

My heart is rainless waste land of desire
from which emerge ghosts of ancestral souls
who guide my way on roadless land of truth
till I find broken star on dusty plain
which mirrors primal spirit of my soul
so I begin to radiate timeless love.

I hear no nightingale in fruitless woods,
so I slice open sorrow of my heart
that springs in fountain of conceptual tears
which nurture honest roots of humble trees
who breathe in fear to sing courageous love
that swells in mystery of wind-fluttered leaves.

When I grow tall as mountain on the plain,
limbs stretched far longer than taut vineyard vines,
I see around me pools of shining eyes
in countless mirrors that reflect lost worlds
which teem with life across our multiverse
where I exist on every globe of hope.

I shout with tuneless voice of nightingales
in song that radiates out from flaming star
which weaves chaotic atoms into globe
with seas from which organic spirits flow
as we evolve from fish to singing god
who gazes at the stars and wonders why.

I drift without goal in the faceless crowd
which flows across the bridge of endless hope
that arches over river of dead souls,
and wonder where they all are rushing to,
as if plum blossoms transform from snowflakes
in endless swirl of people seeking love.

I drink fruit cider from cup of my heart
beneath sweet shimmer of the timeless moon,
then gaze at your face glowing from its light
till I fall slowly in sea of your eyes
and spiral into coils of tangled genes
that weave our bodies in new human soul.

When we meet walking in the silver rain
I hold umbrella over your bowed head
so we merge our two paths in one shared road
that leads us to safe garden of our love
where we sing melodies in tune with fate
for children who spring laughing from our hearts.

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Orpheus considers starting a family-friendly bakery in the historic district of the quaint New England town near the ocean where mermaids are singing each to each.

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